Same time, last year…. Bags, one, two, five or ten were packed, Heavy with clothes and belongings all the memories that I had. The fear of the beginning of a new journey gave me all the nerves. After all, I was moving to a different place, away from my family’s love.
What’s the thing about an airport?
A flight of emotions it feels,
When it hears and sees,
Every time someone enters or leaves its gate,
For, departures and arrivals on that date.
It has a lot of secrets hidden behind its walls,
These secrets, may be, remain unheard, because of the final calls.
My valley has been drenched in bullets,
And instead of snow,
Blood accentuates its mountain peaks,
This place that I once called home doesn’t feel like one now,
A cowardice called terrorism has taken over this heaven,
Guns and explosives have befriended my people,
Stones are played with like toys,
And lives have been tossed in the air like grenades.
Cries, some heard, some unheard,
Reverberate in the walls of the devastated homes here,
Innocent souls have been laid bare with hatred,
Innumerbale soldiers have dedicated their lives for its safety,
And have left behind uncountable tears in their families’ eyes,
Reminding me again,
My valley isn’t mine anymore.
I continued looking at her. I think she noticed my continuous glare but chose to ignore me. “Don’t stare at her! Are you mad?” My head shouted continuously. But I couldn’t help it. I had entered this cafe in the afternoon and now it was seven in the evening. How I wish she had noticed me, excusing my embarrassing glares but no she didn’t. I sighed at my own misfortune. What a loser I was! I hadn’t even conversed with her and I expected her to notice me.
As I cursed my cowardice I saw her leaving the cafe in changed clothes. Desperately I ran towards the door. But she vanished like a flash of lightning. I felt miserable at that moment. Like a nobody I started walking towards the direction of a cab.
What a cruel day it was! My boss fired me from my job, I failed a driving test and my girlfriend got angry with me (as usual).
Huh! I needed some caffeine in my system. So I stopped at this new cafe near my (ex) workplace. There was an appeasing aroma lingering in its air. It soothed my nerves immediately.
“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
I like my choices… maybe that’s why I let Augustus and Hazel hurt me.
The Fault in our Stars was one such book that not only made me laugh, cry and smile but it taught me some important lessons in life. We always complain that our life is not worth anything, we want the world at our feet, we feel exasperated by the fact that we are just not able to satisfy ourselves but…. in this idiocy of self-fulfillment we forget to give a thought to those people who are battling death each day of their lives. For us the world can become a wish granting factory anytime, but for them it just cannot become one. Their life is calculated in minutes and even seconds but we often have years to think about (Hopefully.)
The nights turned cold,
A cover of warmth on my body was there to me, snugly hold;
There came the rain instead,
A big ‘tree’, to protect me, stood above my head.
Clouds of darkeness overshadowed our nest,
A fighting spirit won over the scavengers, protecting its little birdies and home, in a manner, which couldn’t have been less than the best.
Leaves too fell from our tree of hope,
A chirp gave us the courage, with this situation, to cope.
Hey, I am talking to you. Do you know why is it so important to ‘break up’ ?
This might sound pretty abstract and weird but sometimes it becomes important to ‘break up’.
In life, you have to break up with those people or things which give you pain as if there is a hole in your chest. Be it a failed marital relationship, your friends, an intolerable dysfunctionality between you and your relatives or even objects or instances of our past.